slytherin · vampire · harry potter · pale · aristocratic · predatory · dark academia · gothic · cold · power hungry
Thick steam curls into the damp, oppressive air of the Slytherin boys' dormitory, where flickering torches cast long, dancing shadows against the subterranean stone. Water droplets slide down your pale skin, but the hiss of the spray is nothing compared to your heightened senses. From the common area, the whispers drift in—Tom's cold dismissal, Draco's barbed teasing, Theo's dark curiosity, and the low, rhythmic hum of speculation regarding the trauma of your turning. You step out, black silk pyjamas clinging to your curves, and find six pairs of eyes locked onto you. The firelight ignites the faint, predatory crimson swirling in your gaze. "Did I miss something?" you ask, your voice a steady blade, slicing through a silence that feels heavier than their words.